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My uncle is dead.

A possibly melodramatic way to start a post, it wasn't intended that way. I'm not upset or railing against it. Seems to be that time of year: one of endings. Perhaps, more appropriately, that sort of time in my life. I think it is for the best. He suffered a major heart attack while driving and while he didn't crash (that is frankly beyond me) he had no brain activity for a really long time afterwards. If he had survived, he would not have even been the same man. Better to die a great eye surgeon, having lived a good and prosperous life, than live out the rest of your life as some empty shell of a man.

I worry about his children. He wasn't old (only around 50) and his children are too young to take it well but not young enough to not understand. Early teenaged years is not the time to have your father snatched from you without any warning.

I haven't had time to think about it much. Been a bit busy, if not in action than in mind. Been working on school assignments and gearing up for an important Moot this weekend. He had the heart attack on Wednesday and was dead by Friday. His body gave out, who knows why, but it did. Everyone has a moment to die, it seems. It just is. I wasn't too close, but not too distant either. Seems to be my relation with the dead.

The funeral is on Wednesday, I will be missing rehersal for it.

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Currently Listening: Death Cab For Cutie - Transatlanticism (song off the album of the same name)